in your neighborhood You?re crazy but you?re lazy I need to live and I need to Your troubles must be seen to see through Money like it's paper with faces
sippin on Now what's you name nigga? {Tupac} Big ballin ass nigga named Pac [Verse 1: Tupac] Now I was born in the gutter facing life or death I was
My intention to ride, every time all night I'm faced with the scars beyond this one bar for me to put down my guard, I'm faced with it, I'm a ride
number one: check game, and fo' sho' you gon' respect game Be yo' own nigga meanin buy yo' own dope Cause that front shit is punk shit, somethin I never funked
come to hit you with a sock full of Brooklyn to the Onyx of your nose, punk is funky like skunk blunts Stunk like funk cunt I come to take you on a war
get dropped and mopped And all your fake ass east coast props Brainstormed and locked You'se a beat biter Pac style taker I'll tell you to face, you
all your fake ass east coast props brainstormed and locked [Verse 5: E.D.I.] You'se a B-writer a 'Pac style taker I'll tell you to face, you ain't nothin
cha paperz and do thang Niggas ain't following ya true game, cause if they was They wouldn't be runnin' for they trunk Every time that it's time for funk
face i'm ok but Chad's like "Uh-uh no he isn't" so I proceed to hear him get loose with the fartin' all over my face sometimes my tummy he f---ed with
I got the funk on two I got the funk on two pick it up <a href="http://www.testimania.com/">Testi Canzoni</a> Hexum, Sexton, Mahoney and
lay it down Lay it down, lay it down You hoes lay it down [Verse 1: Thorough] He's got his head tilted back on his face is a frown Who's that nigga
somewhere hatin cause they mad and broke. We had a whole club bouncin when they come to the show. We get buck and crunk and don't fake the funk. I don
She's got style that woman Makes me smile that woman She's got spunk that woman Funk that woman She's got speed my lady Got what I need my babe She's
into ya Any cat man do when it's done Oh yeah she's got that kind of love incense That lives in her back room And when it mixes with the funk my friend
against the wall, yeah Has got us locked up Come on and line up So don't be surprised when they pull the wool over yo eyes You don't get funked up If
be a little cool He?s changing fashion, the way he dress The tracksuits are old, and the hoody?s way too moody For a kid with the will to funk He dances
marsh pit like heavy metal Rock crowds from punk rock to soul And bring funk to monks and aunts and uncles What you getting good? We da real mother funkers Funk what you thunk we the ones that a funk